Professor Lupin As A Werewolf の小説・ストーリー

Following Karina’s haste, Arda was back inside the car where Chester sat waiting, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. “You guys took forever,” he muttered as they climbed in. He started the car but cast a glance their way. “And you both look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Not a ghost,” Karina replied, her tone sharp. “A werewolf. Her professor, to be exact.” Chester’s head snapped toward her. “What? What pack is he from? And what happened?”

Tall, pale, and dressed in an immaculate suit, he looked like he’d stepped out of a Victorian painting. "Good morning," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "I am Professor Laurent. While I may not practice witchcraft, I have spent centuries studying its many forms. And so, you will learn from me." Rita slid into a seat, pulling out her notebook— And then he walked in. The shorthaired wolf from last night. He moved with deliberate calm, his shoulders tense as he scanned the room. When his eyes landed on her, something flickered in his gaze—something hungry.

I wondered, What can she be thinking? I should mention that it is not often that humans intermingle sexually with Lupines. The ones on the mainland are terrified of us, of course, not understanding that three-quarters of the year, we are almost entirely human in terms of our manners, feelings, expressions of emotion, etc. We are, of course, subject to the Lupinization effect I’ve spoken of; we can turn into wolves when our emotions are heightened, regardless of the time of day or the phase of the moon. But that’s rare, as most of us keep ourselves in check when in human form.

He smiled at me. When the door opened suddenly, "Young Master EL!" It's Lupoz, and someone else was with him. A face I've never seen before but he looked like the Grand Alpha. EL looked at them. "Just wait when my father returns, all of you will be punished." "Young Lord, we are doing what we know is best so this false scientist would finish the cure for your people as soon as possible." "Oh." EL's response was intended to mock Lupoz. "Thank you for your concern towards us, the werewolves, but do you really think that what you're doing is helping the situation?!” His scream rumbled the four walls, enough to make Lupoz lower his head.

“Any update? Please tell me you figured out what was wrong with her. Please tell me she'll be fine.* “After everything, we finally have a diagnosis.” I fought the urge to give a mini victory dance on his desk. Since the doctor now knew what was wrong with her, it meant she could get treated, and could get better immediately. “ I have no idea how it happened or got into her system, but she consumed lupine. “Lupine?” I repeated. “What's that?” “It's a rare substance that breaks down the muscles of a wolf when combined.” My heart dropped to my feet at his words. “it makes the werewolf weak, and if that substance isn't stopped, it's affects could be dangerous.”

There was only emptiness where those feelings used to exist, a hollow quietness that unsettled me more the longer I noticed it. “Your final research project for this term,” Professor Green said suddenly, his voice cutting cleanly through the lecture hall while he stopped near the podium, “will account for sixty percent of your final grade.” The reaction was immediate. Students straightened sharply in their seats while nervous murmurs spread throughout the room almost instantly. Sixty percent was enough to destroy someone’s entire semester. Even I paused writing. “The topic,” he continued evenly, “is the socio-economic impact of the Lycan-Werewolf wars on modern pack hierarchy. I expect prope

“My King, in all these years that I have served you, I have never failed in my duty and my main concern has always been the good and stability of the pack. Concerning the escape of this vermin werewolf, I do not ask for your clemency and I hold myself solely responsible for the repercussions of my choice. I therefore expect from you the sentence that I deserve." Then Grendel looked up before continuing. "But I also want to point out that these events have brought to light the presence of a traitor within our pack, in this case the one who helped this wolf to escape. At this very moment, this traitor is hiding between our walls and we must get our hands on him to understand his motives and ca

Nick just pulled me out from the class while holding my hand. I stopped walking with him and said, "What are you doing? Are you mad?" "What did I do wrong? Your professor is a werewolf. He should respect an alpha wolf". Looking at me, he said. "What? My professor is a werewolf?" I repeated his words surprisingly. "Yesterday was your birthday. I wasn't there. So, let's celebrate today". He said. "What are you even talking about? You were there. We cut the cake together. Now, I don't know what the professor will think about me". I answered

Carmen whispered back, causing me to freeze and give Carmen a questioning look. "Why wouldn't he? He could seriously get hurt!" I felt the light touch of a hand on my head causing me to turn back to Lane with a glare, but that wasn't enough. He smuggled himself between me and Carmen, putting his arms around both of us. Then he leaned over to my ear and whispered, "You have no idea the kind of man Abel is. Since he was young, he'd been ripping lions apart. What is a simple werewolf in front of him? Just watch."

One week later, the werewolf culture class commenced sharply at eight o’clock in the morning in the tiered lecture hall. On the podium, Professor Sarek looked radiant. His golden-brown eyes gleamed under the lights, and his entire presence radiated the unmistakable satisfaction of a man thoroughly well-fed. “Turn to page sixty-two,” he said, his voice carrying a distinctly cheerful lilt. “Today, we’ll be discussing the werewolf’s… views on romance.”